If Whole was about sex, Seismic is about love. That complete, true love, the one that grows and grows and erupts. That love for the flesh, for the blood, for the moans and the climax. The dark love, made out of ghostly whispers and distant proximities. Now, the person before you matters, they’re not just headless bodies, not just objects, they’re there and they love you as you love them.
Seismic is the obvious sequel to Whole, which ended with the longing for affection. Here we explore love as it is: complex, seismic, turbulent. And after love, we can only guess what comes next.